Not Afraid - Sam's Post

[sam]

Goddamn, painful mother....
That arschgeige, son of a mischtick!

“Drecksack!” Sam thought viciously, slamming into existence on the London street with a sound not unlike that of a backlogged furnace. He stumbled on the gray sidewalk, wincing at the ache that seemed to have settled itself into his very bones. Damn that stuck-up, snake-faced schwanzlutscher! He was gonna-! He was gonna...-!
He was gonna hurl... Felt like he was, at least, as the unpleasant aftereffect of the apparition mingled and conspired with the ache of the Dark Lord's 'punishment'. Sam took a moment in his sailor-induced swearing to pause, leaning forward and bracing himself on his knees. Within a few seconds the nausea passed. Sam gave a huff of frustration, his mood still dark and stormy. For Christ's sake....

“Totally uncalled for.” He sneered, mumbling to himself as he straightened out the collar of his leather jacket with a deft tug. “You don't do what he says and it's all wands and torture. You do as he says and it's still more of the same. Dumbkoff... Can take your stupid dark mark and shove it up your...-”

“AAAAAAIGH!” Someone shrieked, the sound poised dangerously close. Sam paused in the oh so important adjusting of his beloved jacket, throwing a dismissive glance to his right where some poor muggle woman stood frozen in fear, jaw agape. She had a hand half pointed up at him, the other clutched close to her open mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock. Oh... right... he did apparate...
Probably should pay better attention to the where. Sam stole a glance left and right, noticing for the first time that he seemed to be in the middle of side street, empty, save for the boggled little lady he'd inadvertently scared out of her wits. Sam looked back at her, reaching for his pack of cigarette's as the lady continued to gawk. She seemed to be working up the energy for a second shriek, or so Sam thought, watching in mild amusement as he dug for his lighter. Now...where was it...
Ah, here we go! He pulled it out, spinning the wheel with a deft click and holding it up to the cigarette shoved in his mouth...

“Ugh, just my luck! Empty!” He suddenly exclaimed, shooting the lighter a sour look. Tossing it over his shoulder, he dug his hands in his pockets and threw an inquiring glance at the terrified woman. “Hey Grandma,“ He said with a devilish grin. “Got a light? Oh, wait!” Sam laughed, knocking himself lightly in the forehead. “I always forget.” He said, as he lifted his hand to the cigarette and with the very same flick of a finger against a lighter, snapped his thumb up through his fingers, igniting a spark of magical blue flame. He shoved the end of his cigarette into the flame, inhaling deeply as the smoke shimmered and swirled.

“Ah. Handy, eh?” Sam asked with a smirk. The woman didn't answer. Her mouth quivered incomprehensibly before she gave another shriek and was off, barreling down the sidewalk as fast as her spotted old legs could take her.

“Hey! Next time I'll show you the one with the rabbit!” Sam shouted after her, cackling to himself.
“Sucker....”

Sucking in a cloud of smoke, Sam dug his right hand into his pocket, heading off down the street. Right. Enough fun and games. He had work to do. His oh-so-esteemed master said he was to 'redeem himself' by dragging back a Mr. Sirius Black, kicking and screaming, to the Malfoy House. Sam idly chewed on the end of his cig, mulling over the task as he went. He knew that name... Black. Sam was sure it had cropped up in his intelligence reports more than a few times. The 'White' sheep of the Black Family (pun intended), this Sirius guy was obviously some important Order kerl if the big wig was sending out three people for one man. At least that's how Sam interpreted it. He was to join Dasha and Karin... Provide some masculine testosterone to even things out a little. Blowing out noxious smoke from his nose, Sam continued up the street, reaching what looked like a massive boulevard with the glimmering darkness of Hyde's Park sitting empty in front of him. The girls were probably already at the scene. No need to rush. There was still time to finish off his cigarette before he went to work.

Tag; >D You fine peeps. Help is on the way, Death Eater style!
Words: 751~
Notes: >_o First and foremost, I'd like to apologize to anyone German out there for the overflow of swearing. D8 Sam uh...doesn't take being 'punished' well...
Sam will make an official official appearance next post ^^

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